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Posted:Mar 5, 2009 10:31 pm
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Well, I am not one to back down from a dare. So when the sailor dared me....I knew I had to do it.
As we sat and talked online I knew there was something about this guy. Not something bad mind you. But that little something that you can sense when talking to someone. So the longer we talked the more flirtatious I became. Well as time has gone by, I have grown more and more excited about that first meeting. Well by golly when the time came it came with a DARE!
It started off purely innocent. Just bantering back and forth in i.m. mode. I would flirt then he would back and forth. I made mention that I needed to take a break and take the for a walk. Well he commented that he had something I could take for a walk. I of course could not let a comment like that go without a response. So I played it to the hilt. I told him he would not know what to do if I did take him up on his offer. Because there is no way this good ole girl can let a challenge go!
Well as luck would have it he called my bluff. Sorta, at least. I told him I would get back to him after the walk. Well he had a problem that he had to take care of so that kinda blew the plan out of the water....so to speak.
Well here I am checking emails, when up pops the sailor. He asked me if I had thought anymore of the challenge. I played dumb of course. Well the nerve! He actually told me he figured I would chicken out! Those are fighting words to this Redneck Woman.
So I basically said....BRING IT ON SAILOR BOY!
Well as luck would have it he just happened to be taking care of a friends house nearby. Lucky me! So I told him he better watch out, because if I knew where he was I might end up on his doorstep in the buff. He said he doubted very seriously that I would show up on any doorstep in the nude. I admitted he was right, I would drop the towel when he opened up the door!
Okay, so can I overcome the shy inner and go be a woman? Or do I continue to sit idly by and let life pass me by. I decided that enough time had passed me by and it was time to break free from my shell.
So I tell him I would like to meet, but it is too bad that I don't have an address to go to. Well of course I know what will happen next. Either he will give me the address or he will pull the oh I was just kidding routine. So which was it to be?
Well of course he gave me the address. I mean what red blooded man does not want to have a woman come and give him a thrill?
So I decide to take a little walk around the block. Of course I did not actually go in a towel. I had on my cutie pjs. The little tank top that has a hard time containing my large breasts. With the matching boy shorts that hug my plump behind. Of course I pulled on a pair of cut offs and slid into my shoes.
Okay as I get closer to the house I feel the bunnys hopping around in my stomach. (No butterflies this time around) Ok am I really going to go through with this or will I indeed chicken out.
As I walk past the house I see a shadow in the doorway. Okay, so I kept on walking. What can I say, I am only human. Ok take a deep breath and be calm. Okay you can do this I tell myself. I turn around and start back toward the house, only to walk right by again. Okay so I am a little on the scared side. It is now or never I tell myself. So the next thing I know I am walking up the sidewalk and timidly knocking on the door. Knock, waiting. Knock, still waiting. Okay, this is awkward. Now I a really feeling self conscious. As I turn and walk back down the sidewalk I hear someone call my name.
When I turn around I see one hot sailor boy standing in the doorway. Oh lord i think I may have just made a puddle right then and there. He is that good looking. Well what can I do, i follow him into the house like a little lost puppy. As he takes my hand I feel him nibbling on my neck and I feel myself begin to melt. The next thing I know I am taking his shirt off as he unbuttons my pants. Then we reverse roles and I undo his pants as he pulls my tank off.
I feel myself being swept off my feet and laid down on a soft quilt. Oh I really hope it is not an antique because I have a feeling it is going to get very wet very soon. He tells me upfront that he is not very large but he does know how to make waves. Well I am already dripping wet with anticiaption as he starts to enter me. NOT VERY LARGE MY ASS! Oh my chickens.....I had to have had an immediate orgasm. It was amazing. He told me that there was no way I was leaving before several hours were spent exploring each other. Well sounds like a great idea to me.
Oh wait. No I can't stay for long. My baby will be home in a hour. Well I guess we better explore quickly. So of course we finish that little act then he did the strangest thing. He rolled over and with our legs entwined we started talking. Not about sex, but talking about life in general.
Oh but the time is drawning to a close. I have to go. I don't want to leave now. I need to explore this man. This wonderful man. Will I get to see him again? Is this a dream? A fantasy?
Stay tuned.....it can only get hotter!
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BEAUTY
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Posted:Mar 2, 2009 8:23 pm
Last Updated:May 15, 2024 11:40 am
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Okay....so I am a big sap, wuss, pansy etc. I mean I fall for the lines. I let the guys break my heart. I believe their words. So how do you get over the heartaches?
Well I am soooo tired of guys telling me how beautiful I am, then in the very next breath asking to see my boobs, look at their penis pics, have sex, meet them for a blow job, etc. I am also tired of people telling me I am beautiful and that there is someone out there for me. Oh yeah? Really? Where?
Beauty is only skin deep. True beauty lies within. Okay so who exactly made up this crap? I mean honestly, most guys would fall over themselves for some young built model. Are they looking only at their outer beauty or are they getting to know the real woman inside. My point exactly. Most men are just hoping she will give them the time of day.
And yes women are the same way. We look at these male models, dancers, etc. I mean I can honestly say that I would say yes in a heartbeat if some hot young stud asked me out. But is that what I look for in a guy that I would want to actually spend time with? No. Yes it would be fun while it lasted, but who is to say that the guy even has a brain in his head (the one on his shoulders that is).
No for me personally I look at the important stuff. Can he hold a conversation? Does he respect the women around him? Does he want to hold my hand? Will he care whether or not I have on makeup? Will he be there to fight my demons? Will he fall in love with me for the me that I am?
Yeah so someone please explain the true meaning of beauty. Because personally I see beauty in so many different ways. I see beauty when I look into the eyes of my daughters. I see beauty in the eyes of my dogs. I see beauty in the faces of my dearest friends. I see beauty in R, H, N, D. I see beauty in the mirror sometimes. Every once in awhile just when I am not looking I see beauty peeking back at me.
Yes I know I have a problem with self confidence. I had a friend today tell me that I need to stop down-playing myself. He told me that I am a beautiful woman. And guess what he did not say anything sexual!!! Well my thought on it is that I have never really been told that I was pretty, beautiful, sexy, hot, etc. I mean if a guy says it to me they are usually asking for a little something in return.
So beauty is it something that actually exists or is it just another way for a guy to get laid?
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Stood up again.....
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Posted:Mar 1, 2009 3:25 pm
Last Updated:Mar 6, 2009 4:34 am
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Well as I sit here wiping the tears from my eyes, I once again wonder why. Why in todays world do men (and women) hurt the ones they supposedly care about? I do not understand.
I am at that point in my life that I am beginning to question life around me. I mean here I was 1 year ago getting ready to celebrate my 18th wedding anniversary. Little did I know that within 9 months I would no longer be with my husband, would be living apart from one of my daughters, and living on my own for the very first time. So now here I am looking at that anniversary date again but this time with dread.
So here are my questions. Please feel free to give me your opinions whether good or bad. Honesty is always the best.
Why do men and women make a date with someone then later call it off with some stupid excuse?
Why do men and women dwell on outward apperances so much?
Why are some men so interested in sex, boobs, etc that they turn women off as soon as they meet?
Why do men say things that they know will hurt?
Why as women do we allow them to break our hearts? Why do the tears come as soon as I realize I am all alone in this world? Why is it possible for some women who are willing to hop in and out of bed with anyone the ones who find happiness? WHy can they find a man who wants them? Why are there good women out there who are serious about being with a guy. That truly want to be happy and make their man happy. Why don't any of the good guys that I know are still out there in this cruel world ever want to be with me?
Sometimes I lie in bed and cry myself to sleep. I mean I know of women who spend all their time chasing guys. They have guys all over them. They are not pretty, they are not sincere, they are not honest, they are not careful. But yet they are the ones who get the guys. WHy is it that way? I am a fairly good looking woman, I am honest and true. I will always be there to the end. I enjoy talking and laughing. I enjoy making otheres happy. So why can I not find that same happiness that everyone one around me seems to be able to find?
Ok so now that I have made a total fool of myself...I will go to my bedroom, put on my jammies, curl up with my teddy bears and cry myself to sllep once more.
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SOLDIER BOY
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Posted:Feb 22, 2009 10:45 pm
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2009 7:35 pm
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I was all giddy as I drove down the highway toward him. OMG, I still can't believe he contacted me. I mean here he is a hot soldier boy, just home from over there. And he wants to see me! I am getting goose bumps the closer I get to his house.
As I pull up in front of his house, I wonder is this for real? Is this some kind of cruel joke? I really am getting nervous now. I call his cell and tell him I am outside. He tells me to get my sweet ass inside so he can see me.
OMG! He is still as hot as ever. As we walk down the hall to his bedroom, I start to the nervous chatting that I am so known for. He sits down at the foot of his bed and pulls me between his legs and into his arms. He looks up at me and I get lost in those eyes.
He asks me why it took so long to get back into touch with him. I tell him that I knew he had to go out of town due to a death in the family and I did not want to disturb him. He tells me that he was only gone 2 weeks, so why did I wait over a month? OMG! He knew how long it had been since we last talked.
He reaches up and pulls my head down to his awaiting lips. As his lips slowly open his tongue gently parts my lips. Only barely touching his tongue to mine then pulling back, teasing me until I moan softly deep in my throat. He sits back and says he had been waiting a long time to do that again. He excuses himself to go to the restroom.
As he walks back into the room he pulls his t-shirt over his head and tosses it into a corner. I start with the nervous chatter once again. So we do the back and forth small talk about what has been going on since we last talked. I can tell he is trying to put me at ease.
He stands up and I go and sit on the end of the bed while he fiddles with the t.v. When he turns around I am enamoured by his gorgeous body. Those hard abs, the buff arms. Then I notice that the button on his jeans is undone and this is sooooo hot! I mean here he is standing in front of me in his jeans unbuttoned, no shirt, rock hard body...I comment on the growth of a beard that had not been there before. He says that he is thinking of shaving it off.....I tell him NO! He is taken aback. I apologize and explain that it is hot.
He tells me he has missed me. I tell him I had missed him too. That it wasn't all about the sex (which is unbelievable), that I also enjoyed talking to him. Hearing him talk about his time in the Army as part of the Special Forces unit. As he talks I can see the pride on his face and hear it in his voice.
He looks at me with that sweet smile barely peeking thru, then asks me what he can do for me. I just look at him dumbfounded. I mean what am I supposed to say? I mean "Fuck Me" just does not sound like the right thing to say, no matter how bad I want to yell it!
He looks at me, the dimple on his left cheek poking thru. His eyes melting me into the bed. Then he slowly approaches me and gently lays me back onto the bed.
By now he has removed my shirt and bra. He pulls my jeans off and my boyshorts follow right behind. he slowly starts kissing my chest, slowly running his fingers on my nipples hardening them. Then his tongue gently begins teasing my lips then move down toward my breasts. As he gently nips at me I moan and can feel my juices begin to flow. Then his lips and tongue start their slow journey down my abdomen until he reaches the apex of my womanhood. By now my heart is thundering and I am wet with anticipation.
He slowly runs his tongue around my clit and starts to gently lap at the lips of my wet pussy. Before I know what is happening he is completely engorging himself upon me. I can feel the orgasms overlapping one another and feel as if I am floating off the bed. Then as quickly as he began he stops. I slowly open my eyes and look at him. He has that sweet smile and those beautiful eyes and I can see why I was so nervous to come here. This is just too good to be true.
He gently touches me and asks me to tell him what he should do next to satisfy me. At this point I am barely able to remember my name let alone think of what I want him to do to me. So he takes it upon himself to do what he thinks might excite me. He slowly spreads my legs apart, gently opening my wet pussy. The he slowly teases the head of his cock agianst the wet heat of my clit. I can feel him throbbing and before I know it I am squirting all over him. I feel the blush rushing to my body as he looks down at me and smiles. I was waiting for that, he tells me.
As our night goes on he tells me of his fantasy and asks me to tell him mine. I laugh and tell him that his fantasy and mine are almost identical. He looks at the clock and asks if I have to work the next day. I tell him yes. He says that he better get to work then because he has a lot of lost time to make up for and not alot of time to do it in.
He tells me he wants to make me orgasm so hard that I will feel myself leave my body. I think he is being silly, but as I look at him I can see that he is quite serious. As he begins to slowly lick, then suck on my wetness....I can feel the heat rising. As I hit a peak he slows down then speeds up until they are cascading one over another and by the time he is finished he tells me that I was amazing to watch. I look at him like he has lost his ever loving mind. Then he tells me that he had been watching me ride the waves of passion for over 20 minutes. I look at him incredibly. Surely he is joking, as I turn to look at the clock I see that he is right.
He looks at the clock and asks me if he can make me cum just one more time before I leave. What kind of fool would say no? Nope my Grandma didn't raise no fool! So he slowly enters me. Then he pulls out. He does this little tease until I feel like i am going to explode. Then he rolls me over onto my side and proceeds to fuck me. Hard and fast then slow and gentle then starts the whole thing all over again. When he finally collapses onto his back, he runs his fingers thru my hair.
I finally turn over and he pulls me into his arms. He asks me what I am doing next weekend.........
I have a feeling this fantasy is a long way from being over.
Stay tuned. Maybe more fantasy will cum true to the country girl at heart and her soldier boy.
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Can anyone Explain...
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Posted:Feb 22, 2009 3:26 pm
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2009 7:35 pm
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Can anyone explain to me why a woman should be treated like a piece of meat, trash, slave etc? And why as women do we allow ourselves to be treated this way?
I was just basically told by a guy that if I want to be with him I should set aside time for the two of us to be together. Ok lets see I work Monday thru Friday. My hours vary but normally I am out of my house by 6:30 a.m. and do not return home until 5:00 p.m. or later each day. Then we need to take into consideration that I am in the middle of a divorce. I am raising my and trying to stay halfway sane after my marriage dissolves around me after almost 20 years.
So can anyone explain to me why I need to set aside time for a guy I have been on a date with one time really? Then he made4 4the comment "Well I did pay for your food....." Yes he payed for my water and cheese fries. "So I deserve something in return" EXCUSE THE F**K OUT OF ME!!!!! I don't think it works quite that way.
So maybe I am being unreasonable. And if I am somebody please tell me so. But I truly think that I am in the right. So ladies what do you think? And if there4 are any guys who are man enuff to wander thru this landmine please feel free to do so@!
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Ok so I was wrong
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Posted:Feb 16, 2009 6:01 pm
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2009 7:36 pm
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Well imagine that I was wrong......AGAIN. On my last blog I was discussing how I thought I had finally met a guy who might actually be human. I was wrong, 2nd date he is all over me. Very good kisser but that was about it.
I know that there are guys out there that are looking for the same thing I am. But where are they? I mean are all the good ones taken? Are they gay? Help!!!! LOL
So my quest continues......I guess
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Posted:Feb 14, 2009 1:16 am
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2009 7:36 pm
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Well I am trying to be open to all possabilities guy wise. I was told by a friend that I should not worry about the age but more about the person. So that is what I am trying to do.
Is it just me or my imagination.....But does it sometimes seem a little too good to be true? You know the guy/girl that just seems too good to be true. I mean for instance I met a guy tonight (we have been talking online for awhile). Well after dinner we went for a drive then ended up parking out by a lake. Well he kissed me, not like a huge fish trying to swallow me whole or a timid little peck, a real kiss. Then he just running his fingers through my hair, and carresed my cheeks. That is all....I mean I am so used to guys who immediately assume that I am going to go straight into their bed.
So is it just hope or could there actually still be good guys (or girls) out there? YES I know there are some out there, I have several good friends that resemble that remark. Both guys and girls. SO for now I will just keep my fingers crossed. I mean what do I have to lose? I mean the guy wants to buy me flowers and gently kiss my cheek....
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Scared
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Posted:Feb 11, 2009 7:23 pm
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2009 7:36 pm
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Well I know I should not be but I am. I am scared! I am scared of being alone. I am scared of falling in love again. I am scared of getting hurt. I am scared of the future. I am scared of being on my own. Let's just face it I am scared!
Ok so now that I have that out of my system.....
I am ready to get back on the that has thrown me. In other words I am ready to start dating again. I know that somewhere out there are some good guys. Some straight guys. Some guys who are fun. Guys that like to hold hands. Guys who like to just hang out. Guys that have a sense of humor.
Okay I know that is asking for alot. Ok so surely there are guys out there. There are right? Right! Right???
LOL.....
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Hoping
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Posted:Feb 3, 2009 8:16 pm
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2009 7:38 pm
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I am at that point. What point? The point in my life where I am starting to look seriously at my life. I am hoping that with the start of a new year I will find some anwsers.
I want to find someone to be with. No not a sex partner. But a man who wants to be with me in and out of the bedroom. A man who wants to crawl into bed occasionally and just snuggle in with me. A man who will has a big shoulder for me to cry on every once in a while.
I have had my heart broken too many times in the past. I want so badly to be able to love freely. I am starting to be able to do that with the help of my friends. But I am so scared of having my heart broken again and again. I have a tendency to find a man that I can care for, then do something stupid to split us. I don't do it on purpose, it just happens. I think I do it when things are looking good. Maybe I just feel that I don't deserve the happiness. Who knows?!
I have had some men in my life since the split. And a few of those men touched my heart. Part of me wants it so bad, while another part is scared to let the feelings grow. How do you deal with the predicament? I mean these guys are awesome. They talk to me, not down to me. They see me for my inner beauty as well as my physical attributes. They have an awesome sense of humor and get my sarcasm. But yet in some way they are all out of my reach.
So as I continue to hope for that certain person to come closer to my heart, I will just go on loving from afar. I will continue to be the friend that I am. I will continue to smile and say hi when our paths cross. Do I dare tell hi/them? No! Why you ask? Because deep down I am still that little girl who is the wallflower afraid to go ask the jock for a dance. So until I can find my voice and speak up........
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Settling down
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Posted:Jan 28, 2009 12:38 pm
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2009 7:38 pm
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I have been thinking quite a bit lately about where my life is going and where I want it to go in the future. After being with my soon to be ex-husband for more than 20 years, I was scared to get into any kind of "relationship" too soon. But at the same time I did not want to be alone. So I went a little wild. NOT GOOD! I burned some bridges that will take a long time to rebuild.
Now I am past the rebelious stage and am settling down. I think I would really like to find someone else to share my life with. My friend Ponygirl has found something special and I am happy for her. She has been an inspiration of sorts to me. She is strong in her marriage. And with the marriage being as strong as it is they have brought her lover into the home. Her husband and her are truly in love and she is truly in love with her lover. When I see either husband and wife together or wife and lover I can see the love in their eyes.
I for one would love to find this kind of contentment and peace. My life has had its ups and downs for 35+ years. But what does not kill us makes us stronger. I take full responsability for my actions and any consequences that incurred. I will not make excuses for my actions. I have made mistakes and hopefully have come out for the better from them.
So now I will start to examine myself and decide what I need in a relationship. What qualities I am looking for in a man. I know he must have a strong faith in himself. I want him to be open to communication. I am NOT looking for some "buff", "tall, dark & handsome". I want a real man. Someone who is not afraid to say what he feels. A man who will love me for who I am. A man who will look at my past and know that I am not that person anymore. A man who will be by my side. Do I want to get married again? I really don't think that is what I am looking for right now. I am looking for happiness. I think that is really what most of us are looking for.....right?
So my search will begin. I may not find what I am looking for today, tomorrow or even this year. But at the same time, who is to say that the man I am looking for has not been in my life already? I mean the way I look at things is that for any relationship to work you must first be friends....so maybe, just maybe....there is a man. A man that is right there just waiting for me to grow up. A man who is just waiting for me to wake up.
Hey you never know. And I am a really big sucker for happy endings......
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RANDOM Thinking
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Posted:Jan 27, 2009 6:28 pm
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2009 7:38 pm
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When a slow song comes on the radio, whose face comes to your mind first?
When you hear your phone ringing who do you hope is calling?
Whose name makes your heart skip a beat?
THINK WITH YOUR BRAIN NOT BY YOUR HEART
DO NOT LET THE LOVE CONTROL YOU
OR YOU WILL LOSE EVERY THING
The 1st kind of sex is called: Smurf Sex. This kind of sex happens when you first meet someone and you both have sex until you are blue in the face.
The 2nd kind of sex is called: Kitchen Sex. This is when you have been with your partner for a short time and you are so horny you will have sex anywhere, even in the kitchen.
The 3rd kind of sex is called: Bedroom Sex. This is when you have been with your partner for a long time. Your sex has gotten routine and you usually have sex only in your bedroom.
The 4th kind of sex is called: Hallway Sex. This is when you have been with your partner for too long. When you pass each other in the hallway you both say "screw you".
The 5th kind of sex is called: Courtroom Sex. This is when you cannot stand your wife/Hubby any more. She/He takes you to court and screws
you in front of everyone.
The 6th kind is called Religious Sex, which means you get Nun in the morning, Nun in the afternoon and Nun at night.
OOPS. Don't forget the 7th kind of sex - Social Security Sex. You get a little each month. But not enough to live on!
17 signs you like someone
this is how u know u like/love someone
SEVENTEEN:
You look at their profile constantly.
SIXTEEN:
When you're on the phone with them late at night and they hang up, you still miss them even when it was just two minutes ago.
FIFTEEN:
You read their Texts and Ims Over and over again.
FOURTEEN:
You walk really slow when you're with them.
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You feel shy whenever they're around.
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When you think about them, your heart beats faster but slower at the same time.
TEN:
You smile when you hear their voice.
NINE:
When you look at them, you can't see the other people around you, you just see him/her.
EIGHT:
You start listening to slow songs while thinking about them.
SEVEN:
They're all you think about.
SIX:
You get high just from their scent.
FIVE:
You realize you're always smiling when you're looking at them.
FOUR:
You would do anything for them, just to see them.
THREE:
While reading this, there was one person on your mind this whole time.
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You were so busy thinking about that person, you didnt notice number twelve was missing
ONE:
You just scrolled up to check & are now silently laughing at yourself.
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Posted:Jan 27, 2009 12:10 pm
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I am the proud mom to two beautiful girls. My girls are 17 & 11, and are both very smart. Our family has been disrupted this past couple of months when mom and dad decided to split. Then mom and dad decided to divorce.
Now my oldest made a very hard decision and that was to no live with mom. Not live with dad. Not even go live with grandparents she was very close to. No my , who is in her senior year of high school decided to go live with one of her teachers and teachers husband. They were given temporary guardiuanship and she is well taken care of.
My youngest has been living with me during the week and spending weekends with her dad. She has become vey clingy and emotional since the split and misses her sister alot.
My have met a few of my friends from the "group". My oldest somewhat know what I am doing. And she is very accepting and approving. My youngest knows that mom has men friends. She also knows that mom has had a boyfriend or two since she split from daddy. She has come to the thought that as long as they do not ever stay the night when she is home all is good. They can come and hang out but that is as far as it goes for her right now.
I for one am glad that my are both open enough to discuss their feelings about my lifestyle. I feel that by my being open to them and my lifestyle has made it easier on everyone involved. I have never lied to my girls about what I am doing and I never will.
My are my life and they will always come first. I respect their opinions and always take them into consideration. My do not tell me what to do, but they also influence every decision I make whether they know it or not.
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Posted:Jan 25, 2009 7:15 pm
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2009 7:39 pm
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Have you ever really thought about who your family consists of? I mean of course your parents, siblings, spouse and , but who else would you list as part of your family? And what about those people who don't have parents? Don't have siblings? Don't have a spouse or ? Who are there famiy?
In some ways I fit into several of those what if you don'ts. I have no parents, no siblings. I have no close family. In the middle of a divorce. Yes I do have my . Two beautiful daughters who are the lights of my eyes. But who else is in my family?
Well I think in most cases friends can be a very important part of your family. I have learned (especially over the last 2 months!) that friends are a very important part of my family. In some ways they are my only family other than my girls. I have learned that I can call upon my friends in times of need. I have learned that just like a sibling you fight. But you also make up. I have learned that you don't have to share blood to be sisters or brothers.
I now know that I have a family. I have spent most of my life alone. Or maybe I just thought I was alone. Sometimes it takes you hitting rock bottom to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I know for a fact that I have a family. I love these brothers and sisters as if we have always been together.
So when you think you have noone, stop....take a moment....and look around. Your family is there. You simply call them FRIEND!
To my family....I love you.
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